Father!
You now sit
In your bedroom
Framed in a photo
...
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A very heartfelt tribute to your father. He now lives in your thoughts and heart.
this is a poem that draws the reader back again and again because the love in it makes the reader ache--they won't let me give you 5 stars again
5 stars and to my fav list to perch along side other of your remarkable works!
A kind and affectionate father, his memory remains in the heart of his daughter, a distinguished poet and a kind person, and most importantly, a philosophical question about death and life is raised in this poem that draws our attention. Thank you.
It is three years since you left us But did you really leave? No, I don't believe.
You show me the mango tree With ripe mangoes hanging Cut some guava of our garden And take me to the lawn With that pink rose bush at its edge
he is always the hero in her life, a very touching poem, introvertly presented, but doubled the meaning of this. a myriad times. Tears rolling from my eyes, dear Bharati Poetess and I know Cuttack and I like the city very much.5 Stars fullest on Top for your very touching Ode to your beloved Dad
Most beautifully worded and said, three YEARS? Looks like YESTERDAY, this a heart-wrenching poem, most fascinating Ode for your beloved Father, as for all daughters
This poem resonates with me. The closurry lines are so heartfelt that they brought tears to my eyes
A deeply touching and heartfelt write so simply crafted but of great depth.
Reminiscence about your father has so touchingly been presented, precipitating the essence of a father's eternal love for his dear daughter
Bharati ji how well you preserved those minute things in your memory. I am sure your father must be one in millions, a lucky man, to have a daughter like you. Heartfelt poem. Beyond ratings.
A great tribute poem is very interestingly and excellently penned. Filial love is well expressed. An excellent tribute poem with deepest emotion is well penned.
Bharati this is beautiful. You have penned it so well. Indeed parents are our prescious treasure and. The memories with them the true elixir. It's a blessing to have parents all through our life but see the irony they have to depart in between. It was a blessing to read this.
Bharati, Dear Old Dad must have been very dear to you. Nice Poem. Thanks for sharing. ;) bri